The pale glow emanated from a lightbulb as a man sat at his table, pondering on his thoughts while snacking on a bowl of Goldfish. His eyes bleary and lips dried, he choked down two more pills and washed them down with liquor. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a thud that had echoed from the other room.
ÒWhoÕs there!?Ó he cried out. ÒIÕm armed! Y-YouÕd better know that!Ó he slurred as he stumbled
for his firearm.
ÒItÕs Finn,Ó the voice responded. ÒYou remember me, Eli, why donÕt you just take a look at that
bowl you got there.Ó
ÒIÕm not messinÕ around! Leave me alone!Ó Eli shouted as he pointed his revolver at the doorway. He reached over to his phone, gun still aimed, and dialed 911. His jittery fingers could barely manage to press the buttons, let alone grasp his gun. Then, as if on cue, a gargantuan goldfish tore through the darkness, shoving Eli.
Ò911 what is your emergency?Ó the operator questioned.
ÒHelp me! ThereÕs a killer goldfish in my home!Ó he hollered as three shots echoed through the house.
Officers rushed to the scene, guns drawn and radios blaring. Navigating through the house they saw the pool of blood that had trailed from the kitchen to the hall, with its source leaking from EliÕs body. Next to his corpse was the revolver and a single goldfish, along with a bottle of Oxycodone.
ÒMy God looks like another one. Harding, call the coroner.Ó The officer spoke into his radio.
© David Linares
BIO: With a penchant for flannels, David Linares makes them his preferred style. He enjoys collecting an assortment of items ranging from vinyl to fossils. If heÕs not wandering through an antique store, heÕs most definitely at the park feeding the mallards.